lirik lagu loud pack – green pack
[verse 1: tanner ihmels]
no pd this a loud pack gang
we be spittin’ rhymes and make the b-tches go insane
everyday we run the game
if you don’t know bout now we can imprint it in your reign
we don’t have lots of fame
team green pack i respect you
smokin’ newports is something i like to do
but smokin’ loud is number one and you know that is true
stupidee on the beat you sounded like a fool
you say that it’s so simple
it’s only just a riddle
honestly, i rather hear you play the fiddle
sg i ain’t got much to say to you
but your raps sound like sh-t call em number two
cam i know that you can rap
you sayin’ that im fat
my favorite thing to eat is tea and green pack
you ain’t nothing where you goin’ up against macc
cause he the leader of the motherf-ckin’ loud pack
[verse 2: tnam]
had to do it one time for these n-ggas
y’all hatin’ on my boy ti for his finnas
the truth can come soon bruh
look in the mirror
you must be a fool ain’t lookin’ like a broom nah
soundin’ like, fat albert
skin a little lighter
but hey i guess it works
they all on the beat
makin’ my ears hurt
either you be off the sets again or your brain don’t work, talkin’
you know, i’m gon do this
you know, i might do that
step it up a notch son
your flow is whack
my sh-t so clean you’ll need to run it back
it’s young scotty on the track
i appreciate your art but maybe stick to that
only pictured painted here is f-ck the green pack
i can’t hear you lone n-ggas, we sell loud pack
[verse 3: maccv]
who the f-ck is camron berry?
that n-gga he a p-ssy someone please pop his cherry
he don’t wanna battle me, yeah that n-gga scary
how you green pack, but you ain’t gettin green?
smokin’ cigarettes man y’all some f-ckin’ fiends
me and tnam pullin’ double cups we up the lean
pullin’ with the squad smokin’ loud with the team green pack bakin’
so whack, busch light, gushers makin’ n-ggas go splat
no, nick tv show, but i’m all that
red beam on your north y’all some f-ckin’ clowns
aanen as my shooter
he gon take you down
t he got the ammo
i’m talking extra rounds
y’all n-ggas so weak don’t make a sound
i’m tellin’ y’all i’m the best give me the crown
higher end, higher like i’m up in outer sp-ce
blue sizzle fries, get back on his -ss
yeah, and i’m really with this sh-t
gon up the top my head, boy camron you a b-tch boy
catch me in the streets
i put your scope back
what you mean n-gga?
you can get whack
forty clips on my hip
f-ck you mean your b-tch come to me when she want some f-ckin’ d-ck
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